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I write poems Because Long works Drain me To think wit’s soul Is brevity But in books A plot mechanizes, Every poem is up To interpret And some see What they want to, Clearly, And everybody Who reads my poems Walks away with A reflection Is there music in Rhymes or ciphers Sometimes I wasteContinue reading “Hoc Etiam”

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Puzzle Ethereal It’s geometric grey Like slices of symmetry With moss and vines Sprouting Floating in a pond Of oxygen And liquid wonder Light moss bleached by A sun somewhere Hangs off a tree trunk And sprigs and leaves Are green as can be Coins scattered All around the concrete Copper, nickel, Zinc, and goldContinue reading “Puzzle Ethereal”